He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.  By oppression and judgment he was taken away. Yet who of his generation protested? For he was cut off from the land of the living; for the transgression of my people he was punished.  He was assigned a grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death, though he had done no violence, nor was any deceit in his mouth.
He had done no violence or deceit – there was no reason for Jesus to be crucified (even the thief dying next to him could see that he had done nothing wrong) so why did he die? What was it that caused such a terrible travesty and injustice? It was love, pure and simple! He was there because of my violence and deceit and he took the place I deserved. Think of that!
Man of sorrows what a name
for the Son of God, who came
ruined sinners to reclaim:
Hallelujah, what a Saviour!